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 Harold E. Brandon
July 16, 1947 - July 10, 2025
I Miss You
When I open my eyes in the morning, And you aren't there beside me,
I feel such an awful emptiness, As if something died inside me.
When I finally get up out of bed, With no coffee on to brew,
I remember just how blessed I was, By all the things you used to do,
While I go about my lonely day, Without you calling out my name,
I'm reminded over and over again, Nothing ever will be quite the same.
The things we used to do together, Aren't the same without you here,
I don't care to do them by myself - I'm just lost without you, my dear.
When I finally go to bed at night, The bed where we used to sleep,
I can't fall asleep for hours and hours, I just lie here in the dark and weep.
I miss you aways, day and night, I miss your love so rare and true;
You left me with beautiful memories, But how I wish I still had you!
© 2025 by Kathryn Brandon; All rights reserved. This poem is my original work, and may not be used in any manner without consent. Thank you.
 
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